In our world, we got six billion And some might say, conflict is unavoidable But I think we got choices, so I'll say everything will be alright Don't
Übersetzung: Fünfzehn. In unserer Welt.
LI'L INEZ & ENSEMBLE It's deep as a river And soars to the sky!! SEAWEED & ENSEMBLE I cant see The reason it cant be The kinda world where we all get our
our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to
days the fifteen blessed hours And it's easy as it goes, so am I How and hour of ninety days will soon run out of time The weight of the world has the
Waiting for the working day to end Then I get home so wasted, worn out I curse at you and tell you How I've done the work of ten to fifteen men How I'
done five gigs, yet we're only in our third state America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate Only place in the world even I can gain weight Our
to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again Now those that were left, well we tried to survive In a mad world
To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our
to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs And it started all over again Now those who were living did their best to survive In that mad world
no one of them could stand Just the youngest of our brave men was resisting in his rage But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years of
were the ones who put you down turn the clock back to the time when our luck ran so low after that night i want you to know, i'm gonna take on the world
heavy in this game Niggas done changed, it ain't the same We been handlin' our business for years Gettin' respect from all our peers While most of our
their heads in place And every day this world we have to face Well, I just can't seem to find my proper place Kids get down, stormy weather Fifteen
't we just turn that TV off? Three hundred fifteen channels Of nothing but bad news on Well, it might be me, but the way I see it The whole wide world
and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Eternal sunshine in this elevated world
